Nothing like one of Gil’s patented zingers to squelch a kid’s enthusiasm! Please be sure to read Gil’s lines in a high pitched, sarcastic tone…
So, now that the whole Molly is a drug and also the name of some girl from Tilden thing has been resolved, what next? It would seem that we are going to get more of our dynamic duo of Ken and Mike which…. I guess I’m OK with that for now.
That’s right, Ken. Don’t feel stupid. Better safe than sorry. Bring me any of your concerns and ol’ Gil will go ahead and level charges at students with impunity. Nobody in Milford ever displays any concern about the actions this school takes with respect to the concerns for the students’ rights or their privacy.
This strip is really the ultimate in filler. Yeah, Aaron, we got it. Her name is Molly. She’s not the drug that kids take so they can tolerate that boring techno crap that goes on until dawn. Also, the readers have already been asking this question for as long as the poorly telegraphed Molly ruse has been unfolding. What’s the deal with Flake Aaron?
Yes I took the day off to watch the inaugural ceremonies, so taking a break to do this while the parade is going on. Hey, even when I have all day this strip isnt exactly Job One. Was hoping Trump would say this strip has to move along faster in his speech but no dice. Took 3 days to get it out of Molly that yes she’s his girlfriend, and yes they were raving all weekend. Still looks like a bit of a fake friendship but I’m holding out hope that its all good and we can move on to why he cant play well all the time. Love the freak hand in P3!
Well, that’s over. Now what?
Unless, Molly’s answer is: Saturday? Um, what did we do? Oh yeah. We scored a crap ton of Disco Biscuits from some guy from Kill The Noise’s road crew, at least I think it was MDMA… it might have just been speed, it’s hard to tell anymore with all the stuff that’s out there. Anyway, we had so much left over that Saturday we crushed the rest of it up and snorted it out of each others’ butt cracks! Then we stayed up til dawn watching C-SPAN! It was a blast! Nice to meet you, Coach Dork!
Gosh, but Mike and Ken make quite the couple in panel one.
Meanwhile, as predicted by nearly everyone paying attention,* Molly, at least in this one particular instance, refers to Holly Dobbs‘ illegitimate daughter, Molly O’Herlihy.
Hey, how long of a pause do you think AaAa’s ellipse is supposed to indicate? I think seeing Gil put the same move on AaAa’s girlfriend that he just used to emasculate the Tilden coach would make me pause for a bit too.
* No slight to whoever called it first, I’m just too lazy to look it up.
Putting quadruple-A in for a Pantheon of Hair nomination now that it’s clearly the case that its posture is proportional to his perceived performance.
I tried, and failed, to line up all of the high fives with the arms in panel three. Nevermind that, however, because what is the deal with AAAA’s left arm? I think this is the first time I’ve used the ‘big arms’ tag but there it is.
If you thought you’d wake up this morning to get the lowdown on Molly, your hopes have been dashed. Here are three panels of Aaron Aagard-centric basketball action. Bobby Mitchell gets involved from long range, but you’ll have to use your imagination to picture his three point form. (If it helps, Bobby was part of Milford’s impressively sized front court. Fill in all the other blanks for yourselves.)
That’s about all we’ve got folks. In studying this strip for inspiration, it occurred to me that I have never witnessed a single minute of actual, live high school basketball. I know you faithful readers and commenters have all kinds of deep prep sports knowledge from personal experience on the court and in fandom. Many of you may even live in regions where high school hoops puts asses in the seats. That never seemed to be the case in Florida, where I grew up and still live. I couldn’t even tell you if the teams fielded while I was in high school were any good or what kind of records they posted. Occasionally, someone would mention our state championship team from the early 70s featuring future NBA all-star Otis Birdsong. A decade or so later, Jack Deedrick was still coaching Blue Devils on the hardwood, but I only remember him shouting directions to us out in the Drivers’ Ed practice lot. “Wheel it, WHEEL IT!” He does have a new (newer, anyway than the stinky, humid barn I remember from boring assemblies and pep rallies) gym named after him.
Seriously? Aaron wants to employ a cliffhanger to counter Gil’s charges about drugs? What day is this and how many days until Friday? No, no…let’s not even dignify this silly contrivance by picking it apart logically. It just defies common sense.
I think Gil’s brain shut down when it realized it was doing heavy lifting this early in plot and Gil just seized up and started staring into the middle distance, shutting down all but essential functions.